harder to find what's right

No name was given in return, despite that Ragnar hadn’t truly given his real name, as a precaution, nor did he choose to give much information about Horizon Ridge. They had done a sufficient job at sticking to themselves over the months since the landslide nearly brought with it their demise. With most of their surviving numbers injured at the time, and who hadn’t survived (it was assumed they had died, anyway) ended up being a good chunk of their host. For a while as they focused on putting their lives and scarred pack back together they had been barely scraping by. Somehow, they had managed to prevail and though their numbers had fluctuated a bit they had a solid core of wolves whose loyalty Ragnar knew they held. The last time Ragnar had made a house call to a pack, not including his recent trip to Wheeling Gull Isle, of course, he had went to Blacktail Deer Plateau to tell their alpha male of the crimes his brother had committed. He had done it without Pump’s authority, or against it, rather, but when their beta had showed up at his doorstep looking for Crete there was nothing else for him to do.

The name of the male, at least Ragnar assumed this Ferdie was a male, was useful in a way but Ragnar hoped to pry because he wanted the details. “This Ferdie is your leader, yes?” The Viking asked, just to be sure. “And you…you are the Head Warden, here?” It was an easy assumption to make given that it was this ebon creature that approached him first. Besides that, Ragnar felt confident he knew a warden when he saw one. “Do you think your pack’s presence here might bring trouble along the coast?” Ragnar asked next, not bothering to beat around the bush. The coast was a ways off, sure, but where did one turf war end and another begin? And what if they were chased from their Sunspire? Then what? Surely they would go south. That would bring them closer to the Ridge and Ragnar had had enough of unwanted intrusions on his doorstep. The Isle wolves were lucky only because he wasn’t the one in charge of the Ridge. If he had been things would have been different. “I only ask because we have enough problems without another pack moving in or relocating closer to us. I'm not saying you would but you can't be too careful. Have you heard of the pack Wheeling Gull Isle?” Ragnar figured for his harsh and direct questions he might as well offer Jace something in return.

A diplomatic trade of information of sorts.